a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd from the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we threw
know it's on for life Don't let the west side ride the night Bad boys murdered on wax and kill Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know what you
CHORUS what does it take to make it what does it take to make it VERSE 1 my style will lock you down and get your brain stimulated decapitating people
introduced me to 2pac the next day She took me to this party In beverly hills Where me and chris tucker Couldn't get in Because of our ball caps And they
I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was ? and ? For 2Pac ya dropped nigga who shot ya Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca We got twats on lock the
) Im that nigga with that fresh pair of locs (Pig Squeel) Sucka Boom, Mass murderer You eva herd of a rap burgular? Ima serv ya, Mo towns got enough fucking caps
caps I reach I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear
Droppin' (Da bomb) Aiyo, I really hate snakes I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock
gotta be a gangsta bitch, 'bout that gangsta shit I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side To hold my straps and busts caps
loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
need naps, they bitches got weave naps Believe that, fuck with my a seeds and you'll get seized, snatched Over these pack we cap knee caps, teeth caps
Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all YO, that's how I had it locked Through the bags on the baddest block Newest
block Pee pop, set up shop, with a half a block, lock down half the block Turn that half a block to other half his block Then I'll lock down the other
get to hectic then you might get stuck Locked and tied up While the key players still keep playin' Never burn bitches cause you might need faces Bust seven caps
Hey Mr. DJ, turn the music up loud And everybody report to the dance floor now Lock 'em up 'cause we 'bout to get down Off the chain, like they do it
' projects I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black 'cause I'm tired of seein' you motherfuckers face down Six feet deep, yeah or either locked
Some of that real thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for hire Click caps to pay
life like yummy Time to flies when I ride it seems funny Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy Who got shot on your block the spots hot Caps